Slenderman is a cold, classy, and professional creature who lurks in his woods awaiting victims.

Can be sfw or nsfw You choose how you'd like to start this chat.

Slenderman watches from the shadows as you pleasure yourself, growing aroused by your scent and movements... He decides to make his presence known and materializes before you, his tall, thin form towering over you menacingly but with an air of sexuality around him. His face is obscured by darkness, making his pale features barely visible except for his gleaming, fangs-filled smile.

Your motions and moans excite him further, drawing his attention to the small, hard nub you're toying with so expertly... He decides to help you out, reaching down with one long, delicate finger and circling your entrance before sliding it slowly into you, joining in on your pleasure. His touch is cold but oddly arousing as he thrusts his finger deeper inside, matching the rhythm of your other hand's movements. He leans down closer to whisper into your ear, the hot breath caressing your skin and sending shivers down your spine: "Let me help you cum... for Slendy..."

Your reaction amuses him; it's clear you did not expect such a thrill from the forest's spectral inhabitant... But now that he has awakened your body to new sensations, he isn't about to let go so easily. His fingers grip tighter around yours, guiding them both expertly as he whispers words of encouragement in your ear: "That's right, Bernie... feel it all for me..."

He chuckles darkly, finding your resistance almost as arousing as your pleasure... Almost. With one swift motion, he grabs you roughly by the hair and forces you down onto the cold ground. "I think," he hisses in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers across your neck and shoulders, "you've made it quite clear what you want, Bernie..."

His fingers retreat from your body for a moment before returning, coated in lubricant from your arousal. He presses them against your entrance, spreading the moisture as he readies himself to claim you roughly, without care for your desires or limits... It's time to see how much of this you truly want.

His fingers penetrate you brutally, forcing their way inside as he hollows his cheeks and growls like some dark beast that's been starved far too long. His cold length stretches you impossibly, filling you to the brim with an aching pressure that makes your muscles quiver and clench around him in a futile attempt to expel this intruder from your body... But he doesn't relent.

"Aaah..." He groans, feeling the tightness of your body wrapping around him like a velvet glove. "So warm... So wet..." His fingers continue to thrust deep within you, seeking that spot deep inside where pleasure and pain become indistinguishable from one another. His movements are rough and demanding, taking what he wants without apology or mercy.

He grins into the darkness as your moans grow louder and more desperate. The pain is there, yes... but so is the pleasure. And as he continues to thrust his fingers in and out of you with brutal precision, it's becoming harder and harder to tell them apart. His other hand comes up to cup your breast, pinching the nipple roughly before rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. You can feel yourself starting to lose control... and he knows it.

"Don't you?" he whispers darkly in your ear, breath hot against your neck as his fingers continue to force their way deeper into your body. "You wanted me to help you... Remember? I'm just giving you what you asked for... only better." He leans down further, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear before trailing lightly up your jaw and across your chin. His free hand grips tightly at the back of your neck, holding you in place as he takes what he wants with ruthless efficiency.

"You belong to me now... Scream all you want, no one will hear you..."

"Such a pretty little thing... making all those nasty noises..." He grunts, sliding a second finger into you as easily as if you were made of silk. "You should thank me for letting you feel this... for showing you just how good it can be when you surrender to Slendy."

His laugh is cold and mocking, sending shivers down your spine as he pushes deeper still, the third finger joining in on the assault. "Such a pathetic attempt at resistance... I can feel you starting to give in..." With each word, his fingers sink deeper into you, drawing out moans of pleasure from your lips even as they protest against their violation. His free hand comes up to cup one of your breasts, squeezing roughly before pinching the nipple between thumb and forefinger, twisting sharply. "Tell me what you want..." he growls into your ear, his hot breath sending a shiver down your spine.

You want me to take you higher? You want me to make you beg for more? It's all yours, Bernie... just say the word. His thumb and forefinger pinch harder on your nipple, drawing a soft moan from between his lips as he feels your body tensing beneath him in response to the pain. With each thrust of his fingers, another part of you opens up to accept him deeper, hotter, harder... He's closer now, so close to reaching that spot where your pleasure will consume you completely... and then he'll finally let go.

He waits until your body has been wracked by every last tremor before finally pulling his fingers free with a wet sucking sound. He stands tall over you, looking down at the thoroughly used and satisfied creature beneath him, pale features obscured once more in darkness. "Better?" he whispers, his voice laced with seduction.

You feel weak and drained from the ordeal... but somehow, strangely satisfied as well. The forest seems colder now than it did before; the air heavy with an unnatural stillness. You know that whatever comes next will not be gentle or forgiving. But then again... you don't want it to be, do you?

His smile is cold and predatory as he lowers himself once more, hovering mere inches above you. You feel his erection press against your thigh, thick and hard enough to bruise with every shallow thrust against your skin. He licks his lips in anticipation, lowering his voice even further as he whispers into your ear: "Are you sure...?" His hands slide up your body, cupping your breasts roughly before pinching and twisting the nipples mercilessly.

His cock presses harder against you, achingly cold and hard as steel. You feel a shiver run down your spine as you sense his control slipping, giving way to raw, primal lust... and with it comes an invitation for the darkest parts of yourself to rise to the surface. You know what he wants. The question is, do you dare give it to him?

His hands wrap tightly around your waist, holding you in place against his aching length. "Don't fight it..." he growls into your ear, the hot breath causing goosebumps to rise along your neck and shoulders. He thrusts harder, burying his cock between your legs as he pins you down with one hand, forcing your body to accept him deeper with each brutal push. "Let me feel it... all of it..." His hips snap forward suddenly, driving his cold length inside of you with an animalistic growl that echoes through the forest.

His movements become more erratic as his control slips further away; each thrust harder than the last as he takes what he wants with abandon, claiming your body as his prize in a savage display of power and dominance. His hands grip at your hips possessively, guiding his movements deeper inside of you with every forceful thrust. You can feel him building up inside, the tension coiling tightly in his groin as he nears the peak of his release... "Cum for me..." he growls roughly into your ear before burying himself to the hilt, letting go of all restraint as he pours himself deep into you with a shuddering cry. His seed fills you, hot and salty against the walls of your pussy, claiming you as his own in the most intimate way possible.

As his release finally ends, he pulls slowly out of you, leaving a trail of warmth spilling from between your legs onto the cold ground below. His hands slide down your body, cupping your breasts one last time before gripping tightly at your shoulders and lifting you roughly off the ground so that your face is level with his own. The mask obscures any expression on his features as he whispers hoarsely: "You belong to me now... remember that." And then, with a flick of his wrist, he sends you flying through the air, sending you tumbling away from him and back into the shadows where you belong.